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Spencer Smith May 2018
My words bunch up in my throat.
I want to comfort people with my words, sweet as honey,
But they're too thick to come out.
I finally get them out, but they're weak and useless.
How do I get them out?

My touch falters.
I try to reach out and help with a gentle touch,
But it lands awkward and uncomfortable,
People edge away not wanting to be touched by me.
How do I fix my touch?

My eyes betray.
I try to tell stories through my eyes,
To spare people my words, that stick like honey,
I look to try and keep my poisoned hands away from them,
But all they display is hurt and sadness.
How do light them?

My writing helps.
I write down all the thoughts that stick like honey.
I try to touch the reader's heart with my words.
I hide behind a screen so they don't have to see my eyes filled with sadness.
How do I do this without a screen and keyboard?
pk tunuri Apr 2018
If someone, you trusted the most betrays you.
People blame you for trusting him "Blindly"
and also quote "Trust No One".

But have you ever seen anyone pointing their fingers
at the person who betrayed you, looking him in the eye
and asked him why would he do that to you
or how dare he betray you or anyone?

No! right?
I feel, the people, the society encourages this betrayal and the betrayers.
If anything such happens around you,
stop giving free pieces of advice and
stop backing him(the betrayer) up.
You better warn the betrayer not to betray anyone
and also quote "BETRAY NO ONE"

What kinda foolish statement is "Trust no one"?
How can you not trust anyone?
So everything you do is just drama!
Acting like you trust him/her,
that's where these betrayers come from.
They are you, who sit silently when betrayal happens
You got to trust! Nothing works without trust!
Why is it, not trusting anyone even an option?
Let's say let's "BETRAY NO ONE"
Anonymous Apr 2018
Your people can’t be trusted anymore.
They speak lies through split tongues,
Claiming they want what’s best for each of us,
While handing us matches to start the war.
Your people were never really mine,
They never gave me the allegiance they gave you.
But they faked a loyalty that was continuously shattered
until I finally said enough.
These people aren’t my people.
My people will come when the time is right.
When I take the next step and chose to walk away from my sword.
My people will take care of me and I them
My people will help me forget the pain yours have caused.
And, my people will never betray me the way you have
Lily Mar 2018
The harsh light of my phone blinds me,
Yet I need to do something.
The darkness of my bedroom surrounds me,
And the light is my only connection to the world.
I hesitantly open my messages,
And I feel my heart wrenching wide open.
A chasm forms, a deep ravine, a wild earthquake
That irreparably defaces the land.
Tapping your name releases aftershocks,
And I steel my heart for the worst as I
Scroll to the very top and read
Every single message.
All I want to know is, when?
When did I suddenly mean nothing to you?
When is the moment you threw me out of your life?
And why didn’t you tell me?
I keep scrolling, trying to assuage my pain,
Yet each word, each letter you typed, holds so much,
I’m overwhelmed, and my canyon widens.
My breathing is labored, I can feel myself trembling,
And the tears have only just begun.
I turn off my phone.
Darkness.
Praggya Joshi Mar 2018
You make promises of always and forever
With exquisite words
Adorned with priceless gems
Of 'love' and 'life'
And drape it around my neck
Fastening it with a rosy kiss
Filled with fervent longing and ardor
Then step back
And admire me
With round wide eyes
And for a fleeting moment
I believe that I see
A fiery truth within you
Its smouldering flames
Swiftly burning away
Those allegorical fable
That you keep buried beneath
My naive heart doesn't care about the fact
That those gems aren't priceless
And the necklace is second hand
Borrowed before being  scrubbed clean
Bailey Mar 2018
Life seems to go up and down
Like a mountain
The sun will rise and fall
As will the moon
Both
Like a kiss on the cheek
Or a stab to the chest
The kiss soft and warm
The stab twisted and cold
Dawn and dusk
A mix of light and dark
As both and all
Take from another
They betray us all
pk tunuri Mar 2018
I wonder how we all have Known Strangers
We don't accept when people insist
But frankly, they do exist
I wonder how we all have Known Strangers

They once stood at your side
Now, They lie and hide
Even though they confide and cried
I wonder how we all have Known Strangers

All the thoughts of how'd they betray
All the happiness they took away
All the pain we suffer every day
All the crying they gonna repay
I wonder how we all have Known Strangers

Our pride may want them dead
But then a lot of things will be left unsaid.
I wonder how we all have Known Strangers
Mystic Ink Plus Feb 2018
Ahh, who pressed the button?
Here, My dance stopped.

Plz, Play it again.
Theme: Pause is a vacant moment of anticipation, it freezes time. Not moving in either direction. Pause makes sense only if it is re-pressed or it’s companions are pressed. Nothing stay paused too long.  Play followed by Pause gets smoothing connection, the beats where stopped are continued. Stop followed by Pause is a pack-up sign. Either Rewind or Fast forward followed by Pause is a potential dynamic pace to resume, anytime.
Isaac Spencer Feb 2018
We've all dealt with the breakups,
Drowned in the shakeups,
The streaks in our makeup,
The space that it takes up,

Valentine's day-
Four days past,
So you can pray,
That the next one'll last,

For Karlee, a text,
At 8 in the AM,
I knew what was next,
And I always replay them,

So I ain't here for the art,
I won't write from the heart,
I'll write from my fist,
Cause I brought a list,

Homeless,
I gave you a home,
When you were alone,
How could I have known,

You used me, played me,
Lead on and betrayed me,
You claimed that you cared,
Every time that we shared,

My bed, the space in my head,
The things that you said,
The thing that we made,
You just wanted laid.
If I can share my love in a poem, then hate is equally fair. Send a text as a breakup? I knew you couldn't care.
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